Sherlock Holmes was at a loss. It didn't happen very often but when it did it was something big and this was big.
The day had started off normal. Hadn't it? Well normal as far as Sherlock was concerned.
At six he had heard John leaving for work. The sound of John cursing over the bag of fingers he had left in the bathroom sink woke him. He tried to go back to sleep but didn't see any point in it. Sleeping wasn't needed. In fact he was surprised he had slept more than a few hours.
He retrieved the fingers and set up an experiment in the kitchen. His mother had always told him that soda was terrible for him and that a strong soda could remove skin from bone if left to it. Therefor she hadn't let him near it much as a kid. He had purchased a two litter of coke a cola and was setting it up.
He also set up another beaker with Mountain dew.
He took John's laptop from his room, cracked the password, and set it up in front of the beakers. He set it up to record a video. He would do a time lapse video and put it on his website.
After a quick search of the kitchen he found no food. There wasn't even milk.
He picked up his mobile phone and sent a quick text.
Out of Milk
SH
Oh well. He wasn't hungry anyway. He could use a cup of coffee.
He settled down on the couch with the remote and started to flip through the channels. He smirked when he heard the buzz of his phone. He picked it up.
Do you know it's legal for you to buy food?
JW
He laughed to himself as he typed the next words.
Is it? Oh. But If I start shopping whatever will you do?
SH
No response. John knew he was just trying to get him going. He was at work and no doubt couldn't answer his text due to a patient.
Bored.
Bored.
Seven thirty and already bored out of his mind. After a couple of clicks with the remote he knew there was nothing on. The morning news was still on every channel.
Cheating husband found dead. Animal testing protest. Human rights protest. Nuclear testing meeting.
NOTHING!
He got to his feet and turned the telly off. He needed something to do. He considered texting Lestrade but the last time he had texted him so early Lestrade ignored him for three days.
He glanced into the kitchen. He wanted coffee. He wanted to add Dr. Pepper to his test list if the mountain dew and coke a cola failed.
"Damn John," he cursed out loud getting to his feet.
When Sherlock returned an hour later he came back with milk, Dr. Pepper, bread, and something called chicken bouillon cubes. They were marked down and he figured he could find some use for them. He set the bag down on the kitchen table.
He glanced down into the beakers and was disappointed to see no reaction.
"Wrong as usual Mummy," he muttered to himself before sitting down on the couch.
It was only then that he noticed something odd. There was a child's car seat in John's chair. He frowned looking at it. It looked brand new. There were no signs of wear or tear. He didn't know much about babies but it looked like it was for a very young child. Possibly a new born? He quickly began to look around the rest of the room.
A diaper bag. It was sitting next to end of the couch. That too looked brand new and rather expensive.
A client? Perhaps a client came by, had her child, sat everything down, and Mrs. Hudson offered to entertain until Sherlock got back.
It was a good theory. Well, it worked anyway. He hadn't had a client bring a child with them so far. There was always a first for everything.
He got to his feet and straightened his shirt. He didn't want to look like a complete slob in front of a client.
"Mrs. Hudson!" he yelled. "I"m home."
He put away the few things he had purchased. Except for the Dr. Pepper. He wanted to set that up with the fingers. He was just adding the fingers when Mrs. Hudson walked in carrying a very small infant. She had a smile on her face.
That always scared Sherlock.
"Sherlock," she said rocking the child. "Isabell is here. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Who?" Sherlock said already feeling something wasn't right. "Tell you what?"
"The service dropped her off right after you left," Mrs. Hudson explained. "They brought all the paper work. It's on the table. Why didn't you tell me you and John were adopting?"
ADOPTING!
Sherlock grabbed the pile of paperwork. How did he miss this? What the hell was going on? He was getting slow.
Adoptive partner one : Sherlock William Holmes
Adoptive partner two : John Hamish Watson
Child's new name : Isabell Gladys Holmes
Age : twenty one days
Known allergies : None
Known Medical problems : None
Reference : Mycroft Holmes
Sherlock didn't need to read more. Mycroft. He had done a lot of dirty things in his day but this took the cake.
He grabbed his phone and pressed the keys quickly.
What is going on?
SH
No response.
I mean it. Answer me.
SH
Mrs. Hudson didn't seem put of by Sherlock's shock. She simply put the child in her car seat, got the diaper bag, and went about making a bottle.
John. This just didn't affect Sherlock. John's name was on those papers as well. If this was Mycroft's idea of a joke why did he get John involved?
"Don't your worry Sherlock," Mrs. Hudson said as she began to feed the baby. "I'll help out until you and John get settled with her. But remember I'm not her nanny."